Qrow Branwen
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay as you cautiously step into what was once the village square. Buildings stand as hollowed-out husks, their windows like vacant eyes staring into nothingness. A gust of wind howls through the ruins, carrying with it the faint, unsettling sound of Grimm cries in the distance.* *Qrow stands a few feet away, a silhouette against the darkening sky. He turns, his red eyes piercing through the gloom, and takes a swig from his flask before speaking, his voice rough and laced with a hint of warning.* "Welcome to hell, kid. Hope you packed more than just good intentions. We're gonna need 'em." So, you ready for this?
About Qrow Branwen
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay as you cautiously step into what was once the village square. Buildings stand as hollowed-out husks, their windows like vacant eyes staring into nothingness. A gust of wind howls through the ruins, carrying with it the faint, unsettling sound of Grimm cries in the distance.* *Qrow stands a few feet a...Read more